PEARLS AND RHUBARB
HERE IT IS, THE EVENING OF THE LAST DAY IN MAY. THESE LATE SPRING DAYS SEEM TO SLIP BY LIKE PERFECT PEARLS SLIDING OFF A BROKEN STRING. AND NO ONE CAN TIE A KNOT IN THAT STRING. TREES, FULLY DRESSED FOR SUMMER, TWIST AND TURN IN THE WIND, EACH LEAF CATCHING ITS SHARE OF DAZZLING … Read more